Текст песни абуя ко - горло

Camera - hands
scalpel - body
desire - to die
Opportunities - no
very cynical times
inside it making a loop
and windy with people
who is tied to a chair
on the lips remain words
in inanimate lump of fear
there are places where it is not speak French
a la mer qui est plus fellonesse
tête-à-tête in the middle of the road lane
ulcer
on the corners of your mouth
flour change me
and they change the forms of torture
potekshaya ink dries on the cheeks
leave
I still have some air in the lungs
the cloth
torn from the cuts on the seam line
in this bright red room
a chance to look at myself in the glass
was not left
in the graph workspace string perversionist
more in this life, I do not know how
no need to remember the words just my status
I necrophiliac I hate myself
but I love you all